CrimsonThe secret of beautylies with a rose;Its aesthetic brilliancegoes unopposedIts deep crimson hueis adored by the eye;Its external presenceis never passed byBut when it is touched,the finger, it pricksThe blood trickles softlyas it drips drips dripsAnd one thing is seenfrom this new point of view:The same crimson beautyis internal too
Sticks and StonesYou heard if sticks and stoneswere ham-handedly tossed,the bones may breakbut the person would notYou heard words could never hurt,so you tried throwing them too,not understandingwhat the person had been throughAnd you continued tossingnot realizing you were wrong,until one stone remainedwhen they could no longer hold on:A gravestone.
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesBut dear, what do you mean?Do you mean you want the planets,the asteroids,the sun?Do you mean you want the stars,the galaxies,the moon?Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?An infinite vacuum,a quiet location,solitude for the soul?Oh yes, my dear,I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in thereOh yes, my dear,in there,It’s as empty as you.
Dear DeathI sink my kneesinto the sodden dirtsurrounding the graveof a human long goneI touch the stone'schiseled cursive wordsand trace the letters:how gelid they've becomeI stare at the flowersthat people have left;upon the plot,ham-handedly choppedAnd I contemplatemy inevitable deathhoping no flowers are leftfor the message they possess"I'm trading life for death."
AloneWhen I am alonein the darkness of my room,Sleep is approaching,but my mind's a labyrinth tooI navigate the pathwaystrying to understand:How in a room so empty,lonely I never am
NothingI heard someone sarcastically sputter,"You are what you eat."But hearing that sole sentenceallowed me to finally understandwhy I amwhat I am:Nothing.
WishesMaybe we should stop wishing on shooting stars,birthday candles,and dandelionsto bring our muttered words to lifeFor eighteen years later,we still close our eyes;whispering words of yearning at a golden object,demolishing a crimson flame,and emitting white specks into the lucent airBut maybe we shouldn'tFor these wishes we make for countless yearsServe as reminders:That no one in life has everything,But at least we have somethingEven if it's just an intangible sentencemuttered under our ardent breath
LoveWe say we love flowersAnd their sweet aromaYet we can spend hoursJust picking them upWe ask for their thoughtsAs we pick at their petalsAbout if he loves meOr he loves me notAnd yet we still wonderWhy nobody trustsWhen "I love you" is mutteredBut have we forgot? We kill what we love.
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
Grow a GardenHer father gave her a pack of seeds, and told her to grow a garden,for flowers could teach her about lifeSitting cross-legged, the dewy, viridian grass itching at her ankles,she took her freshly-sharpened trowel,and dug deep into the sodden dirtHer lungs inhaled the musky scent,as butterflies beat softly around her décolletageAnd she promised herself,she'd give a flower to her favorite boyFor months and months, she waited for the flowers to growAnd as she waited, to no avail,the blue-eyed boy that made her lungs fill with salty water,and made the butterflies cage inside her stomach,only gave flowers to other girlsSo she promised herself,she'd get a flower from her favorite boySo she grew a different garden:She allowed crimson roses to grow from her skinny wrists; thorns digging, creating vertical linesAnd she permitted black velvet petunias to flourish cavities under her sullen eyesAnd finally, she let pale, yellow marigolds consume the skin of her hollow chee
Get Lost"Get lost," they said vindictively:A knife stabbed through my soulAnd being young and ignorant,I took these words so cruelI swam through roaring oceans,and I trekked the mountains highI spent time on deserted landwith me, myself, and IAnd as I wandered aimlesslyacross these untouched placesI realized to get lost,you must seek a destination
SavedYour tangled up soulhas taken a toll,Hiding dark and deepthe secrets you keepThe tears you have shedfrom thoughts in your head,Dear they were all fiction:a made up addictionI want you to knowI see through the show,I know that your eyestell genuine liesI watch as you feignas you’re still in pain,And my soul will be toountil I have saved you
Blue-Eyed BoyI'd loveto go swimin yourocean blue eyes,but there'salwaysthat riskI will drown.
TryingWe tryAnd we failAgainAnd againBut we can'tStop tryingIf we everWant toSucceed
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever andcrossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,I could only believe those wordslodged in your heartlike they did minebecause every time I think backI can't help but remember thelate-night conversationsunder star lit constellations,and study sessions where welearned more about each otherthan we did Biology but now it's clearthat each beat of your hearthas made those words fade,and you could care lessabout crossed pinkiesbut I'll still see you,and hear your voicewhisperingforever, and I'll still wishthe meaning hadn't changed-like you.
Atelophobia Atelophobia The word sticks to my tongue like cotton candyThe sweet, fluffy combination of lettersstruggling to embody a correct connotationAnd even the dictionary definition seems sugarcoated:"Fear of imperfection."Is that what they say when I'm up until 3am,editing my English paper for the umpteenth timeThe tick-tock tick-tock of the clockpromptly proliferating the roomAnd I just sit there changing good to great,and peaceful to quiescent,hoping that my teacher will be drunk in his bungalowwhile he grades my chicken-scratch calligraphyAnd he’ll see stars instead of how horrid it isOr is that the word they use,when I struggle to consume a 25-calorie chunk of chocolatebecause I just know it will go straight to my hips,or when I step on the scaleand watch the black dashes zoom bylike a carousel spinning,And as the twirling and whirling makes me sick,I know throwing up still won’t make me thinAnd is that the term they mutterwhen I'm sob
InsanityShould I keep fighting?Or is it betterIf I just let it go?I'm not sure anymoreI can't take it anymoreThe voices are driving me crazyMaybe I should stop fightingAnd let insanity take overMaybe that wayLife will have a meaningAnd maybeI can find happiness
LungsMaybe ifour lungsexhaled moneyinstead ofcarbon dioxide,we'd valuelifea little more(or maybe we'd just go broke).
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back homeBut words that will forever ring just as loud in my earsDelivered from the lips of a uniformed manThe sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hearI turn away as if ignoring his presenceWill make this unwanted reality go awayBut he repeats that he is sorry for my lossThose words are the last thing I remember of that dayI find myself looking out of the back yard windowOn the swings in the garden I still see my boy playI am bringing drinks out to him and his brothersUnder the sun, on the grass, on endless summer daysThose memories like photographs in frames on the wallNow show my son with a wife and child of his ownA husband and father torn from their loving armsIn to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zoneHis old bedroom was already a shrine to himEven before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sandsWe waited for him to return from his first tourKnowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a manAlthough
Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,shiny in my palm,the ticket to my peace,to my eternal calm.They're so perfectly round,and soon they'll be in me.The closest to perfectthat I'll ever be.They go down so smooth.Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.Soon I'll be gone.Twenty-five and Thirty.That should be enough,but I'll play it safe.Thirty-five and forty.Now I have no more to take.The bottle is empty,as empty as I feel.None of this is happening,too good to be real.But soon I start to driftinto a dark unknown fog.Somewhere quite distantly.I hear a muffled sob.But I blow it off as fake.Nobody could possibly care.I doubt anyone's noticedthat I'm no longer there.But then I hear my name,just a distant call.I feel myself lift higher.No! I want to fall!I ignore the voice in earnest,but it's calling me up, up, up.Please let me be.That life was too tough.I like this fog,this numbing haze,free from the ridicule,from the judging gaze.But inevitably I come up,eyes open so slight.The
All Is NearI hate, I burnI love, I tryI need, I cryI hope, I dieI greetI say goodbye.I feelI become numb.I dreamI despairIn the end all is nearTo those who live without fear.
Stay with MeClick play and read slowly to the music for full effectCan you make it?can you stay?can you pull through another day?Because I won't let you leaveyou can't give up on meI refuse to let you goyou are precious to memore than you knowI will walk you throughI will be thereme and youI will take on your demonsI will slaughter them all for youso you don't have toJust staydon't let your kind heart fadedon't let your mind breakDamn it!if I could I'd take it all awayBut I can only stand at your sideif you are willing to trust mein me you can confideAnythingjust say the wordI will surely not wait a second to acta nod and it will be done - SNAPSo please hold ondon't let go of your lifeboth of my hands I willingly giveto make your burdens lightI will fight to hold together your shattered souljust don't give up on meStay with me!Hold on!
I Am A Shut InThough the dimensions of this roomNever actually changeI can feel the walls closing inDoes that seem at all strange?My experience of the worldTells me not to step outsideFriends say that I am paranoidBut I think that is a lieBecause each and every personThat has lifted me upHas just as quickly dropped me downWhen they have had enoughMy experience of peopleIs that they’re only bornTo compete with one anotherAnd cause each other harmIf they haven’t got it in themTo inflict the painThen they will do it to themselvesTime and time againMy experience of friendsTells me not to expect muchWhen they’re crippled by the feelingI’m the emotional crutchThough I too can feel the struggleI’m always strong for themI have a cast-iron constitutionAnd spine that will never bendAnd don’t think I am not ambitiousMy plans will unfold in timeThough my four walls have seized my bodyThey’ll never hold back my mind
Still HereSuicide is aThought that frequently lurksIn my mind, wichLets it overcome theLaughter and happinessHere I still fight, howeverEnduring this sad lifeReviving my hopesEmbracing the gift of life
Today I was a spectator tonight I was a spectreHe told me he met godin the eyes of a pharaoh hound,He told me he took a knifeand nearly cut its eye;He told me he couldn't do itbecause they were the eyes of god.He told me he cut off his hair insteadsprinkled it like slanting rain to apologise,He told me his knees were bruisedfrom begging for forgiveness;He told me the hound just stareddark eyes orbiting his face.He told me it saw his souland then it padded away,He told me his shorn threads of hairblew away in the wind like ribbons;He told me he painted the sky goldthat the sun disappeared behind dust and the pinpricks of his distant strands,He told me god bestowed upon him a miracleto make the sun set just once;He told me his hair became starsa constellation of tangled golden webs.He told me he saw godin the eyes of a pharaoh hound.
HomesickI breathe in the frigid atmosphereSkimming through the skyI'm sleepwalking through miles of starI'm lost and I don't know whyI drown ever so slowlyIn my own corrupted sleepIt's a storm of faded happinessAnd a flood of broken dreamsI could bleed out a thousand oceansAnd still be barely aliveBecause when you've lost a part of yourselfYou never truly die
So Many"I know your secret.""Which one?"
RainYou stand here inthis somber place,the rain peltingyour sorrowed faceI think abouthow you do feign,as your salty tearsmix with the rainAnd as your lips dripwith bitter sorrow,I desire for youa better tomorrow